6211/Home Sweet Home: Steve's Little Fortress of Solitude

Home Sweet Home: Steve's Little Fortress of Solitude
Date of Scene:	18 January 2019
Location:	Avengers Mansion, New York City
Synopsis:	Deadpool and Steve are clearly dating now, I don't know what you mean, Jessica and Janet witnessed it.
Cast of Characters:	Captain America, Deadpool, Wasp (van Dyne), Spider-Woman (Drew)

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Captain America has posed:
It's a quiet evening around the mansion. Everyone's coming home from their daily grind, be it behind a desk or clandestinely off averting potential world-ending disaster. By the fact that Steve's in a t-shirt beneath his leather jacket and jeans, it was probably a day of meetings for him. He's got a manila folder in-hand as is as he walks towards his room; his other hand is occupied by a mug of coffee. A lovely taste, even if the caffeine is a fleeting buzz that leaves his system in under half an hour.

It's delightful to be home...as qualified as the mansion is for the man. No chaos -- no yelling -- no screaming -- no random tussling to leave holes in the wall for Tony to flip out at -- just the soothing sounds of the various occupants going about their tasks behind doors and walls. How lovely, this lack of disturbance. Steve actually looks close to content for once.

Deadpool has posed:
Steve's bathroom door is shut. There's a loud flushing noise that comes from it, and then the sound of the sink.

There's also some cheerful whistling, though the tune itself may be difficult to catch at first through the door due to the white noise of the sink and water.

There's also a handgun on the table near the bathroom. Clearly that's fine.

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
"Steve!" Janet brightens the second she spots him. The petite fashionista rounds the other end of the hall, and quickly trots up to him with a neat skipstep that closes the gap. Her hands wrap around his bicep and she stands on one toe to hug his arm, cheek resting on his shoulder.

"I was hoping I'd bump into you! Do anything fun today?" Given how small the mansion is, it's pretty hard to imagine *not* deliberately seeing someone who lives there. Janet's dressed ankle-high designer boots and skinny jeans, but fairly swimming in a flowing off-the shoulder blouse in a deeply orange shade of bronze. "I was going to ask if--"

She pauses, glancing from the handgun on the table to the bathroom. Janet knows enough about guns to know that they aren't something to just 'leave out' on the nightstand. "Er, Steve? Do you have a visitor?"

Captain America has posed:
"Janet, hi." Steve appears at least mildly surprised to have the wee Wasp clinging to his arm in such a short period of time, but he doesn't move to disengage her. She means well, after all. Paused outside of his bedroom door, he rotates his wrist to showcase the manila folder. "Nothing but meetings today. I hate to say it, but for once, I'd like something interesting to happen..."

His voice fades out as he pushes open the bedroom door to both see the handgun and hear the noises from beyond the closed bathroom door. Janet asks the appropriate question and he mouths something in Gaelic, probably some form of curse word, before shaking his head slowly. "Noooooo...I wasn't expecting company." Regardless, he steps into the room and puts aside the manila folder on the nearby shelf. "Secure the handgun," he says to her quietly before he begins to walk soundlessly over to the bathroom.

Deadpool has posed:
The bathroom (or its door) doesn't do anything interesting. The door isn't locked, though. The whistling continues, emerging into humming or rapping or both, still blurred with the sound of the sink water.

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
Janet sounds like a dumb society girl sometimes, but she's certainly competent as hell in a crisis. She ghosts forward, keeping an eye on the door and reaching for the handgun. It's way too large for her petite hands, so she unloads it carefully, makes sure it's empty, and then strips it in half, to be tossed under a cabinet and across Steve's empty bed. She shrinks a microsecond later and flitters to the door, hovering over it with bioplasma condensing around her fingertips. Steve gets a tightly efficient nod of readiness.

Captain America has posed:
A nod back at the truly-petite fashionista and then a quiet sigh from Steve. He sets himself with fists upraised before himself in a guarding block and then leans back on one foot. After that, jeans and a combat boot blurs.

No standard wooden door stands up to that impact force.

KA-SMASH!

In goes the door as splintered wood flies and the Captain succinctly interrupts whomever has decided to whistle as they wash their hands -- or whatever -- in his personal bathroom. "GET ON THE GROUND, NOW!" Steve belts it out at full volume and it's a hell of a shout in the highly sound-reflective area.

Deadpool has posed:
"OCCUPADO!" calls the male-voiced person inside the bathroom, loudly. The break of the door means the person in the bathroom was abruptly on the ceiling, with an appropriate high pitched shriek.

Said occupant is wearing his usual red and black suit, but the mask is pulled up to nose-bridge, exposing mouth, chin, and neck in all its corroded glory. He has a toothbrush in his mouth and a teal shower cap on his head (on top of the hood), and is now partially wedged into the upper right corner near the shower, half-tangled in the shower curtain. It's a damn good Spiderman impression.

A moment later the stress of the curtain means that all the little clips pop loose and it tumbles halfway to the floor (the part that isn't stuck under Deadpool.)

The sink is still running, and he leans one foot down to turn it off with a nudge of toes.

"I don't really do /instructions/," Deadpool explains around the toothbrush, but pauses. "But if you'd like to make me...?" Deadpool continues, tone flirtatious.

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
Janet's right behind Steve's thunderous entry, but she's a little... taken aback. The red and black suited guy doing a bad Spider-Man impression is definitely not the hitman she was expecting. And his calm attitude (and the fact he's just...brushing his teeth) throws her for a loop as well.

"Steve, I... who..." She lands on his shoulder, growing to a modest six-inches tall so she can be heard and seen more clearly. Green bioplasma still lurks aroud her fingers. "Who the hell is this?" she inquires, tone a little incredulous.

Captain America has posed:
Steve knows that particular suit all too well. He straightens from his offensive stance out of pure shock right off the bat, his eyebrows nearly disappearing into his hairline. A little shake of his head as he mouths another curse word again in Gaelic. Spoken language returns to him a second later.

"Wha -- Wade, what!" Janet's question, appropriate yet again, shakes him from his wide-eyed stare at the man stashed up into the corner of his bathroom.

With //his// toothbrush in his mouth.

"That is MY toothbrush!!!" The Captain fists his hands at his sides. "Get OUT of my BATHROOM, Wade!!! Or I WILL make you, so help me, God!!!" An honest splutter as he adds, "And take off the shower cap! And spit out that toothbrush!"

Given that he's dropped a name twice, he knows the merc with the mouth.

Deadpool has posed:
"So many instructions," Wade complains. "For you I'll give it a shot," he says, sliding his feet down. The wall is too slick due to the shower curtain and he slips and SLAMS his head on the sink. "Furk," says Deadpool as he slips fully, bouncing off the sink and collapsing onto the floor next to it. "AH bith th' teffbrushink," Deadpool says, spitting out the other part of the toothbrush with a wet splat of blood against the shower's edge.

He then slowly lifts a hand and plucks off the shower cap, and drops it next to him while he bleeds from the jaw and nose heavily.

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
Janet rolls her eyes and tugs Cap's earlobe to get his attention. "Steve, toothbrushes cost a buck, if that. Let him have it. Hell, I'll *buy* you a replacement one." She's covering her mouth and nose with her hand, eyes watering. "Oh, god Steve, please let's get out of here. The *smell*," she says, coughing. "Did someone *die* in here?"

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
There is a loud and persuasive knock at the front door. "What the HELL is going on in there? Don't make me break this door down. Steve? Are you all right? STEVE??" Jessica doesn't want to knock down a door. Especially in the mansion. No one EVER does that. Ever. But she will...if Steve is in danger.

Captain America has posed:
And now there's blood. Steve, by his rapidly shifting expressions, can't decide whether or not to remain incensed or to be ruefully sympathetic for the man at this point. He simply puts a hand to his face and runs his palm down it, groaning softly.

"Grab a towel, Wade, and staunch the bleeding. And get out of my bathroom," the Captain says in forced calm as he does an about-face and walks out into the bedroom proper. Janet's right. There's a singular smell in that bathroom about now.

Hearing another voice outside the closed bedroom door, he calls back, "It's nothing, Jessica! It's under control. We're fine -- I'm fine!" He pauses. "I...saw a spider...! A big red and black spider! In the bathroom." He's trying, bless his heart, and wincing over at Janet on his shoulder as he continues. "I was startled! You can go, it's fine!"

Deadpool has posed:
"If any set of plumbing could handle dismembered body parts for disposal I'd expect it would be the plumbing that the Hulk uses, but alas, no, that is just the price of a diet of Cheetos, hot pockets and chimichangas," Deadpool says, his speech better now that his bitten tongue has healed.

And Deadpool has now spotted Janet more specifically. "Holy /mint chocolate chips/ you have a fairy!; I have a happy thought: I would like to go to Neverland with you today, please," Deadpool singsongs, lunging to his feet and reaching out for her. If she looked at Steve or even covered her eyes due to the smell making them water, he might very well grab her and swing her about in the air. The mercenary is a definition of unpredictable and impossible to anticipate. His emotional tone is pure thrill and happiness, not aggression.

"For I am a lost boy and I would fit in the best---" And then he can hear Steve. "I'm not a Spider. Everyone thinks that until they talk to me. Then less. It doesn't bother me, though, I think it bothers Spidey more."

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
There's a sharp whipcrack of violent air being cavitated by some mechanism. A flash of yellow light *cracks* off Steve's shoulder and smashes arching electrical discharge into Deadpool's reaching fingertips. Fortunately it's bioplasma, not true electrical discharge-- that is, she's not putting all that wattage across Deadpool's chest. But it probably still hurts like a sunofabitch.

"Little man, did I say you could touch me?" she bristles. The anger radiating off her Tinkerbelle-esque frame is palpable. "Keep your grubby mitts to yourself or you're gonna wake up with a couple of perforated eardrums!"

She lets a beat pass. "Because that's where I fly in your *left* ear and out your *right*. Got it?"

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
"It sounded like you were tearing the room down in there! If there's someone in there, I'm armed, and I'm dangerous. Don't you puppet him to tell me nothing's wrong. BESIDES what's wrong with a litt--big spider? Spiders aren't THAT ba--WAIT WHO WAS THAT?? I SWEAR TO GOD, I'M COMING IN THERE IF THIS DOOR DOES NOT OPEN ON THE COUNT OF THREE." She isn't messing around and letting him be put in the medbay again on her watch. Besides, it smells like someone is dead in there.

One...

Two...

Captain America has posed:
All he wanted was quiet. Now Steve's got both hands outheld, one towards Deadpool and the precipitating spat with Janet and the other towards the bedroom door, where outside comes the promise of broken door number two.

"Wait! WAIT! Stand down, all of you! STAND DOWN!" Grimacing at himself, he lowers his voice to a crisp hiss. "Wade, I will scruff you and frog-march your skinny carcass off the property myself if you don't stop goading her! Janet, stop!" He raises his voice again. "Stand down, Jessica!"

Probably too late to spare that lovely bedroom door.

Deadpool has posed:
There are several ways that Deadpool could react to the direct threat. It's really a coin flip. He jerks his hand back and does a little dance of pain, shaking the hand at the wrist in an appropriate 'ouchie' motion. "So 'no' on the Neverland?" Deadpool pouts, turning his head to spit blood into the sink, and then uses a hand towel to wipe off his jaw and chest, which are now tinted red. It doesn't help with his complexion issues, it makes him MORE like Freddy Krueger, not less.

The counttown excites him. Countdowns often do. "I'll get it!" Deadpool yells, and scoots past the others to rush for the main door, reaching for it with the intent to fling it wide.

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
Jessica is torn between Steve's order, and the fact that if there is, indeed, danger in his room, Steve would make her stand outside to keep anyone else from getting hurt. Her face and lips are smushed against the door now, and from outside comes a "Two and a Half..." that resonates through the wood of the door and makes it sound louder and more resonant than before. Two and three qua--" And suddenly the door opens wide. Jessica, her support suddenly absent, tumbles in through the now open doorway in a somersault at Wade's feet. She's dressed in a pink fluffy bathrobe, a blue slipper, a purple slipper, and her hair is all twisted up and tied in a messy bun atop her head. She is wearing no makeup, and carrying a bowl of popcorn, which flies all over the room as she falls. "Ow, shit..."

Deadpool has posed:
"Well /hi/! I don't have any money for p---popcorn, but maybe we could make some kind of /arrangement/," Deadpool flirts at the door, and makes a little porno-music noise, with a buck of hips that leaves absolutely zero things to imagination even if he could be slightly interpreted as something clean.

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
Janet is not the Marines, and is just about to leave Steve to his fate so she can evacuate the rancid mess that was his bathroom. Possibly they could find the dead rodent that's in the toilet tank, which is surely the source of that smell.

She zooms after Wade reflexively when he darts past her and Cap, eyes going open with alarm when he just pulls the door open. "Jessica!" Janet shrieks, in her six-inch tall voice, and covers her mouth when the normally graceful Spider-Woman just... faceplants. She flickers to full size, using some of her momentum to maneuver. "God, you went facefirst. Are you okay?" She's half trying to help the darkhaired woman find her balance, and half trying to get the momentarily dazed webslinger *away* from the lunatic in the red leather who is... hipthrusting frenetically.

Captain America has posed:
Standing there in the middle of his bedroom, now full of people in various states of dishevelment and emotional instability, Steve just stares. His bottom teeth can be seen at this point and his brows knit. A soft 'ugh' escapes him; it could be an incredulous laugh -- or maybe a mourning near-hiccup for the sanity of his evening. He mouths an extremely rude word to himself before rubbing at his face with both hands.

"Right, no, that's it. Everyone, out in the hallway, NOW." The Captain walks over and makes to scruff Wade by the back of his suit just beneath the nape of his neck. "OUT!" It appears that the Merc with the Mouth might really be frog-marched off the property by Captain Rogers himself at this point.

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
"I knoooow," replies JD mournfully as Janet helps her up, lamenting her face-first landing. "I guess it coulda been worse. I could've gone face-first a little higher," she adds, nodding toward the now face-level crotch thrusting toward her. "I was just worried that someone might've caugh Cap offguard--" And then Steve is grabbing at Wade to march him outside.

"I didn't MEAN to spill popcorn, I mean I didn't expect the door to open RIGHT then..." Jessica objects as she's scrambling the rest of the way to her feet. "I also didn't expect to be propositioned over my popcorn, I mean I burn it on purpose cause I like the little crispy burned pieces, but now..." Well, now, that burnt popcorn smell is mingling with whatever died in the bathroom. "Now it just seems screwed up..."

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
Jessica gets a horrified look from Janet. "You *like* the burned bits?" She shakes her head in disbelief. But, she keeps helping Jessica up until she's waved off, trying *very hard* to ignore the hip thrusting as it moves from being crude to being a sort of joke gone too far. "God. ...what, is that some like, European secret popcorn recipe?" she inquires. Steve's frogmarching Deadpool out the door and she starts following him, hugging her stomach and trying to keep up without *looking* like she's trying to keep up.

Deadpool has posed:
"THIS IS NOT DIGNIFIED," Deadpool complains as he's snared and lifted like a cub, clearly upset. His tone slides abruptly out of amused and into a deadly tone, a whip of sudden cold murdering psychopath in his voice. "Let me get my stuff." He hasn't squirreled away, but he does put his hand back and taps Cap's wrist twice, pat pat, in a clear motion indicating that Steve should let go, as if they were in a wrestling match. Perhaps counting on Steve's instinct there to ease up.

If released, though? Wade will make a big show of brushing himself off, and looking around for his missing gun: looking under the sofa, and so on. Efficiently. Once that's retrieved (he doesn't bother with bullets), he will march back over with extreme dignity.......

And throw all of that away by suddenly leaping sideways at Steve, expecting to be caught like a princess. "I'm ready," Wade says, kicking one foot up, and trying to drape his other arm behind his hero's neck. A snuggle will follow if he isn't dropped like it's hot.

Captain America has posed:
"Excuse me, ladies," says Captain Rogers tightly as he literally lifts Deadpool off the ground and proceeds to make his way down the hall. "I will return shortly." He's surely tracked popcorn, burnt and not, out into the hallway now. A sharp sigh at the tap-tap on his wrist...and after giving Wade a nice, pointed silent glare, he relents and drops the Merc so he can fetch his items.

With arms folded, Steve waits in the hallway, watching the man in the red-and-black costume rifle around for the gun Janet broke apart some minutes earlier. He's still aiming that flat look at Wade when the man walks over --

And then Steve's catching the blurred body flung into his personal space in a fairly accurate rendition of any period drama. Poor guy. Now he's turning red, whether or not from irritation or surprise, the world may never know -- it's a curse being Irish. "WADE!" Stumbling backwards, the Captain tries to regain his balance and simultaneously juggle the weirdly-balanced jumble of limbs. "GET! OFF!"

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
Jessica sighs, looking at Janet as the two follow out into the hallway. "Why do I get the feeling Steve's going to learn the term 'phrasing' sooner than later?" she whispers. She has picked-up popcorn filling her hand, cupped against her robe, and lined up her arm, also against her robe. "Now I'm gonna have to wash this thing, cause it's gonna smell like burnt popcorn. I'd ask if you have something I could put on when I take it off, but most of your stuff is probably like Barbie clothes..." She stands in the hall now, gazing incredulously at Wade in Steve's arms, and mindlessly begins eating the pieces of popcorn she picked up. Because dinner /and/ a show.

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
Janet mouths 'phrasing!' gleefully at Steve's words, sniggering with an immature amusement. It turns to gay laughter at Jessica's comedic timing, just a half-step ahead of Jessica's wry observation.

"Barbie clothes is optimistic," she tells Jessica, but smiles. "I have some leggings that might stretch over your *riduculous* legs, though," she tells Jessica. Her tone needles the other woman with familiar, fond affection (and maybe a little self-consciousness from the pixie-faced woman next to the tall, fit brunette).

She watches how Steve reacts to Deadpool carefully-- the yelling, the outrage, the spluttering. The weird way Deadpool goes back and forth between icy anger and soppy, saccharine affection--

Her eyes go wide and she stops in her tracks, tapping Jessica's forearm to get the taller woman's attention while Cap is wrestling with Deadpool. She puts a hand near her mouth to shield it and, pointing emphatically at the duo, mouths 'ex-boyfriend?' and nods pointedly, as if confirming her own suspicions. Because wow, that *would* make some of this weird activity a bit more understandable...

Deadpool has posed:
It isn't just the fun mercenary mask smiling up in Steve's face, either: Wade still has the mask drawn up over his nose. Which means that there's a whole lot of expression in his destroyed face right now: at close range. Does Wade actually have lips? Hard to tell. He's smeared with blood, which gives him the aspect of having all of his skin torn off on his cheeks, jaw, and throat. The giant smile is broken up with a large licking motion at the air, though he doesn't make contact with Steve's face. That would be unsanitary.

"I don't think you listen to yourself before you speak," Wade says in a loud stage whisper. He then resumes normal tone. "I don't just get off instantly. I'm sorry for you if you're used to that treatment lately, but no worries. I take some time. Sometimes a toy or two, depends on the holiday, you know?" he flirts, trying to pat Steve's upper chest with one hand, and then start to draw circles with one finger.

"It's like you've never held anyone before. How lonely you must be. Geez. Okay, put that hand up higher behind my back, and that one - get your thumb out of my ass, we're going into public-goes under my knees," Wade instructs.

"Do you want me to carry /you/? I feel like it might be easier than me explaining this to you."

Captain America has posed:
"WADE!" Apparently, yelling the man's name repeatedly at loud volume is insufficient to get him to cease and desist. Steve's still juggling the man because somehow, every time he tries to shove Deadpool away from his person, there seems to be another point of contact. He flushes all the more red at the insinuations that carry gaily down the hallway.

"I am not -- my hand is not -- no! NO!" It's like trying to carry a gangly, demented Tasmanian devil as he begins to continue walking towards the grand staircase. One can't collapse their sternum very far when they're built like Steve, so he tolerates the circling of fingertip with shreds of his dignity floating along behind him like confetti in a parade. "Wade! STOP TALKING!"

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
"NO!" Jessica replies with a stark, astounded single word. "I mean, no...no, I haven't ever dated..." She looks closer at Wade, almost uncertainly. "Um...no I don't /think/ so. I mean it's been a LONG time since I dated /anybody/. But I'm not....no. No, I don't think so." Probably not, anyway. Maybe.

"Steve's gonna smack 'im..."

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
"Not YOU," Janet says, rolling her eyes with an exasperation that'd be over-dramatic on anyone else. She widens her eyes, pointedly, and makes a little finger-jabbing motion at Steve's back. Then Wade. Then for good measure, wiggles the tips of her index fingers together, following along.

"God, this sure explains some of the weird shit around here though," Janet murmurs at Jessica, staying back near the taller woman. "I mean I figured, y'know, he's an artist, they get around a bit. Wouldn't have guessed... that ... guy," she says, as charitably as she can about Wade, "would be his type."

Deadpool has posed:
Wade nods once, simply, as Steve asks him to shut the hell up. He lifts a hand, does the zipper-across-lips motion with his fingers, tucks the invisible 'key' into Steve's shirt front, and then snuggles in close. He's quiet for most of the hallway. He also lowers his mask over his chin and neck into normal position. Things seem serene.

"And Iiiiiiiiiiii-eeee-iiiii---- will always loooooove yoooouuuu," Wade sings. It isn't talking.

He loopholed that shit.

Captain America has posed:
"Thank you, Wade," says Steve tightly after he grits his jaw back and forth. Somehow -- somehow, the squeak of perfect teeth aren't heard. He makes it to the grand staircase at the brisk walk, still carrying Wade along like he's some sort of martyred saint for doing so. At least the sight of pocketed, bloody skin makes it all seem slightly...more...normal.

The Merc won't miss the twitch of surprise from Steve as the Whitney Houston song resonates around the grandoise entrance to the Avenger's mansion, doubling upon itself. This time, Steve remains silent. Stony-faced. He just continues walking down the stairs, jaw set. Just taking out the Deadpool. Don't mind him. He's partially ignorant of the discussion going on between the two women behind him.

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
"You know, Janet..." Jess says as she looks toward Steve and Wade, then shrugs. "I dunno, seems like his type, but MY luck." She shrugs. "At least it's well in-hand. Well, Wade is well in-hand. Steve's hand." She giggles.

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
Janet tries to wrap her arms around Jessica's bicep and goes to hold her hand with a reassuring solidarity. Or, like the petite fashionista just can't walk like a normal person unless she's got a fingertip on whomever she's talking to. "Ugh, you and me both," she mutters at Jessica, wryly. "I mean, just think, no matter how bad things get: *that*," she says quietly, wiggling an index finger at the deliriously happy, Lyrical Deadpool. "Got with God's Perfect Dorito," she says, pointing at Steve's ratio of shoulder to waist. "So there really is a lid to every pot, y'know?"

Deadpool has posed:
"Iiiiiiiiiiiiii will allllways, loooooooove youuuuuuu! Ooooooo-ooo-eee, I----" Wade sings, holding the notes. He can sing very decently, really. It isn't his voice that causes him to not have a recording gig. (Spoilers: its other things.)

Without any other input/discouragement/encouragement, Wade will sing ALL of the rest of that song. He'll start to get into it even more, with wide gestures, one leg angled up just SO, blowing kisses to any Avengers Mansion staff that are taking in this grand performance. He blows some back to Janet and Jessica as well, as if he were going to his Honeymoon.

"Oooph, hard to breathe during that song," Deadpool says, winded, and having forgotten about the 'no talking' promise in the course of time of him being carried outside. "Particularly with the mask on. I didn't think that through but then it was too late to switch it back, it would have interrupted my groove," Wade chatters incessantly.

Wade whispers, "I'm sorry about your toothbrush and the other things I put in my mouth in your bathroom." He does really sound sorry about it. "I should have gotten permission."

A beat.

"Can I have permission to put more things in my mouth?"

And things were going so WELL.

Captain America has posed:
On Steve walks across the empty space of the foyer, his expression still deadpan. He reaches the front doors and manages to get one open somehow. Outside, the night air is brisk and cold as it always is in the dead of winter. The ambient lights around the mansion's front yard throw long shadows and show any breath as wisps of silver.

Wade gets a suspicious squint for his apology. It even seems like Steve might relent on the silent treatment for how he sighs.

And then Wade continues.

"Good night, Wade." The Merc is summarily dumped on the stoop of the Avenger's mansion, one way or another, even if he needs to be disconnected from Steve like ripping off Bandaids. Turning on his heel wordlessly, Steve then re-enters the mansion and slams the front door shut behind him. The sound of a lock echoes in the space.

Walking back up the stairs, he makes a point to pause in front of Janet and Jessica. A finger whips out to point right under Janet's nose and he leans in closely. "He - is - NOT - my - ex-boyfriend," the Captain growls.

With that, the man continues back down the hallway and to his bedroom, wherein he pulls the bedroom door shut with one last resounding sound. There's a bathroom to clean up, after all.